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you would always wake me up with that song you knew I hated. 
or sometimes with pretty little morning songs. 
or that mixtape.
I always yawned and stretched. 
then I wouldn't get up and most of the time you'd just come by my side and kiss me. 
and I swear I remember your eyes were so bright and green in the morning hours.
there were some times when we just made breakfast and cuddled in front of the tv.
I remember the hot sun and the shadow under the bridge in the summer, and the piercing cold wind in the winter, when I'd wear my favourite red coat and bring you chocolate or other stuff. 
now that I think of it, I always brought little presents every time I came over. 
meh, I'm that kind of person. 
and it makes me really happy if one appreciates them. 

I remember the buzzing sound of the computer. Or the a/c.
do you remember the mosquitoes? 
or how I almost always fell asleep whenever we were watching a movie in bed? 

I went on a trip far away from everyone and contemplated the past.
Feelings are still mixed-but it's best to stop remembering stuff.
Let us move on.

Skål!